I remember wondering one day, when I was probably a pretty obnoxious thirteen year old or something "what in the heck does my mom do all day???" I thought she must just sit around reading awesome books and thinking of really undesirable chores for her children to do when they got home from school.
Fast forward to today. "My" oldest child is only 5 years younger than my mom's youngest child. I am mothering three children and one husband (and yes, he does need mothering). Some days I want to ask myself "what have you done today? Anything? At all?" Other days I think, "Could I please just take a shower one of these days so that Mandy and Bethany's teachers don't think I'm that frumpy foster mom?"
Also, I can't remember how old I am, because every time I think about the fact that I'm twenty-three I think that I can't possibly be old enough to have three kids and to live in a multi-bedroom house. Despite my youth, I've come full circle. Yesterday, Mandy asked me why she had to do all the cleaning after I asked her to help pick up the playroom. Talk about de ja vu! There I was looking into the face of myself asking my poor harassed mother why it was she left all the work to me.
Thanks mom, for being the best and putting up with me even when I didn't appreciate all the wonderful things you did for me. Not to mention loving me so much that I grew up knowing who I was and what I stand for.
I love you Mom.